The Tree of Scarlet Berries
by Amy Lowell
The rain gullies the garden paths
And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.
A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.
Even so, I can see that it has red berries,
A scarlet fruit,
Filmed over with moisture.
It seems as though the rain,
Dripping from it,
Should be tinged with colour.
I desire the berries,
But, in the mist, I only scratch my hand on the thorns.
Probably, too, they are bitter.
Autumn Berries 2007, Watercolor, 26 x 41
Angela Bradburn
Blue Ridge Blueberries 2003, Watercolor, 21 x 29
Angela Bradburn
Fallen Branch 2007, Watercolor, 26 x 41
Angela Bradburn
To see more of Angela Bradburn's painting go here http://www.myamericanartist.com/2008/05/in-the-summer-2.html
The Tree of Scarlet Berries
by Amy Lowell
The rain gullies the garden paths
And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.
A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.
Even so, I can see that it has red berries,
A scarlet fruit,
Filmed over with moisture.
It seems as though the rain,
Dripping from it,
Should be tinged with colour.
I desire the berries,
But, in the mist, I only scratch my hand on the thorns.
Probably, too, they are bitter.
So, What's the Connection?
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